My Mom

Before I left for Michigan my mom was jamaicanmecrazy. I was concerned about my sanity this week; our compact cottage; a long drive; just my mom and me. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. The questions. The little things that only irk a daughter. My sister once said, "Mom, you breathe soooo loud!." Horrified, I knew exactly what she meant.

Don't be confused. This is also the woman I deeply love and admire. I miss her terribly when I'm away. She's my counselor. She's extremely supportive. She GETS me. She is no longer shocked by anything I do; I could say, "Hey Mom, I just ate a shit sandwich." and she would ask, "Oh yeah? How was it?"

BUT STILL.

My mom's no stranger to popping a squat (OK) and has no problem dropping trow extremely close to the road/bicycle path (hmmm). When nature calls MY MOM ANSWERS. She did this when we stopped to take photos on Tuesday.

"Moooom!"

"What? I don't want to be in pain. It's best to do it now."

Later at home I accuse her of having pee pee hands.

"You're so mean to me."

"Mom, I'm mean to everyone. You think you should be the exception? You should see how I treat Riley." I guess my mom thinks because she pushed me out of her hole she should be exempt from my mockery. The nerve! Besides---she's the one watering the grass in public! I'd say a little teasing is allowed.

Right about now my mom might be getting embarrassed. But she shouldn't. Instead, she should: (1) be flattered because I rarely devote a whole blog entry to one person; (2) be thankful that I didn't post the photo I captured of her tee-teeing-as I threatened to do.

This week she's been great though. She ran...I read. She biked...I read...she swam...I read. My sanity worries were unnecessary...aside from her computer ignorance:

"Yep, you just press some keys and the computer will wake up."

"What?"

"Mom just press some keys."

"What keys? Oh OK there it is. How do I get the Internet?"

Errrrr. Sigh.